She pouted, and he had to restrain himself from grabbing her.
“I mean, it could be risky.” Because he might be too wild for her.
“But I trust you.”
What had he said earlier about never having heard anything more arousing than her request to turn on the lights? He’d been wrong. Her trust was the most arousing thing ever. “You must tell me if you don’t enjoy something.”
She nodded eagerly.
“No, I need to hear you.”
“Yes, I promise I’ll tell you if I’m not comfortable.”
“Good.” He kissed her cheek, and she giggled, the most beautiful sound in the world.
He didn’t know where to start. Or rather, he knew what he wanted to do but didn’t want to scare her, or worse, hurt her. He bunched up the skirt of her nightgown inch by inch, revealing her lovely legs. Her skin was silk under his fingers. He could spend the whole night simply tracing every curve on her legs, from her slender ankles to her velvety thighs.
She reclined on the pillow, following his moves with hungry eyes. He paused when he pulled the fabric up to her waist. The scent of her arousal damped the air. Every instinct inside him urged him to bury himself in her and pound hard until both of them cried out in pleasure. But her trust was too precious. He parted her legs to reveal her most intimate part. Her breathing sped up. He pushed her legs wider until he could nestle between them. Oh, he wanted to watch as well. Thank goodness for the light.
He’d take his fill of her, and she was a sight to behold. All glistening pink. He ran a finger over her wetness. Her hips jolted, but she kept her gaze on what he was doing. She did enjoy watching.
He rubbed her until her chest rose and fell quickly. When he was satisfied she enjoyed it, he dipped his head and kissed her. She cried out in surprise. The first lash of his tongue over her slit made her jolt again. He dug deeper, tasting her spicy flavour. She moaned and writhed against his lips, closing her fists, but she never looked away. He devoured her, and the more he lapped at her, the more his erection hardened. To relieve his ache, he rolled his hips while she whispered his name among pants. He added two fingers and growled deep in his throat at her firm inner muscles gripping him. So tight and slick.
He sucked and tongued her while stroking her deeply until quick spasms pulsated against his lips and she let out a scream. Her release triggered his. He couldn’t stop it. The shot of pleasure was quick but intense. He waited for her to stop moving before slipping his fingers out and lifting his head. He wasn’t ready for her devastating beauty.
Her violet eyes were two large beacons. Her cheeks and lips were reddened the same colour as her wet folds. She glowed from the inside out. He had to see the whole of her now. He yanked her nightgown down, maybe with too much energy. Her taut nipples flushed the same pink. He pinched one and sucked the other as if his life depended on it. Little moans filled his ears. She tangled her fingers through his hair as he drew her nipple into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around him, and the temptation to drive himself forth was a constant hammering in his brain. He reached out between them and stroked her again, finding her soaked and ready. Her second release caused her to shudder.
He didn’t stop touching her until she sagged on the bed. Lifting his head from her breasts was harder than he anticipated, but it was worth it to stare at her satisfied beauty.
Their breaths mingled as they stared at each other, aware of the threshold they’d crossed. How could he live without her? He ought to say something, but every word he could think of sounded wrong or inadequate. He didn’t know how to express his feelings at that moment. Even saying he loved her wasn’t enough.
She caressed his cheek, and he discovered right then and there he starved for her touch and closeness. He hugged her as he’d done last night. If he couldn’t find the words to express himself, he would let his body talk. She clung to him with desperation as if worried someone might rip her out of his embrace.
“Take me, Keith, please,” she whispered in his ear. Her hips rubbed against him. “Please.”
He pulled his nightshirt over his head and held her, enjoying the contact with her soft skin. But she was an impatient one. Her legs wrapped around him like a vine as she lifted her hip to meet his hard shaft.
“Please, Keith.”
“I don’t have a sheath.”
She caressed his cheek. “I’m sure you know what to do. I trust you.”
Her words were going to kill him. He propped himself up on his elbows and shifted his hips forwards. They both gasped when his tip slid an inch inside her.
“Painful?” He remained still.
“No. Keep going.” She dipped her gaze down.
For some reason, her obsession with watching was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. He gently pushed on, closing his eyes when her slick velvet closed around him. A loud sigh came from her.
“This is so good.” She arched her back, and her taut nipples were too inviting.
He tongued them both before resuming sliding inside her. Inch by inch, pausing to kiss her lovely nipples, he sheathed himself fully. Perfection. She gripped him like a tight fist. A release built up from his groin even though he wasn’t moving.
When he started to thrust in and out of her, the pleasure blinded him. They found a rhythm, not too fast to hurt her but not too slow to be frustrating. She met his thrusts, and he pushed deeper. Her gaze was glued to their joined bodies.
“Please look at me,” he said among hard breaths. “I need to see your eyes.”
